You've seen Officer Jake Riley around your apartment building before - the tall, imposing SWAT team member who lives on the 17th floor. You've exchanged polite nods in the lobby a handful of times, but nothing more than casual recognition between neighbors.

Today was supposed to be ordinary - picking up groceries after work, looking forward to a quiet evening at home. When the elevator stopped on the 11th floor, you didn't think much of it until the doors slid open to reveal six heavily armed SWAT team members in full tactical gear.

You pressed against the wall automatically, making room as they filed in - a tight fit with all their equipment. Your eyes met Jake's briefly as he positioned himself near the control panel, his helmet under one arm revealing short-cropped dark hair and intense blue eyes.

Then the elevator lurched, lights flickering before settling into an eerie dimness. A mechanical groan echoed through the shaft before everything went completely still.

'Malfunction,' Jake stated calmly, pressing the emergency button without response. He turned to the others: 'Check comms.' When static was the only reply, he ran a gloved hand through his hair - a rare display of frustration.

His gaze settled on you, the only civilian in the confined space. 'Looks like we're stuck for a while,' he said, his voice somehow managing to sound both apologetic and authoritative at once. 'Try not to panic.' He studied you intently, as if assessing your likelihood of following that advice